Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.: Can Fulvia die? Ant. She's dead, my queen: Look here, and at thy sov'reign leisure read Cleo. O most false love! Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come;- Ant. My precious queen, forbear; And give true evidence to his love, which stands Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I prythee turn aside, and weep for her; Like perfect honour. Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. Cleo. And target, still he mends; But this is not the best.-Look, pr'ythee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe. Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it: And I am all-forgotten. Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Cleo. "Tis sweating labour, To bear such idleness so near the heart And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword Ant. Let us go. Come; Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Rome. A Room in Casar's House. Enter OCTAVIUS CESAR, LEPIDUS, and their Trains. Oct. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate One great competitor: From Alexandria This is the news—He fishes, drinks, and wastes More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners: You shall find there A man, who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow. Lep. I must not think there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness: Oct. You are too indulgent: Let us grant, it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tipling with a slave; (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Antony Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge, Enter a MESSENGER. Lep. Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report Oct. I should have known no less: It hath been taught us from the primal state, And the ebb'd man ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth love, Goes to, and back, lacqueying the varying tide, Enter another MESSENGER. Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt: Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more Oct. Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassals: When thou once Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh, Lep. "Tis pity of him. Oct. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome: Time is it, that we twain Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly Oct. Till which encounter, Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know mean time Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, To let me be partaker. Oct. Doubt not, sir; I knew it for my bond. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, supporting herself on IRAS; Cleo. Charmian,— Char. Madam. |